And much as the other side of this particular bridge looks like a lovely little, sun kissed villa somewhere in the bucolic hills of Tuscany, it's actually none other than Mountain City, Nevada- about a block long with a couple of houses and a bar.
When I saw said sign and slammed on the brakes, I gathered up the camera from the back seat and only then noticed that we had attracted considerable attention upon arrival, that is, a most formidable swarm of mosquitoes had surrounded our windows and windshield! Now there's only so long you can wait in 95+ degree heat, and I didn't want to risk overheating the car and being permanently stranded with our new found fans. A decision had to be made, skip the possible photo (after all, there's no guarantee), or get out andrisk get thoroughly bit. One minute, twelve bites later, I once again crossed over the bridge to nowhere.
When I saw said sign and slammed on the brakes, I gathered up the camera from the back seat and only then noticed that we had attracted considerable attention upon arrival, that is, a most formidable swarm of mosquitoes had surrounded our windows and windshield! Now there's only so long you can wait in 95+ degree heat, and I didn't want to risk overheating the car and being permanently stranded with our new found fans. A decision had to be made, skip the possible photo (after all, there's no guarantee), or get out and
2 comments:
My family lives here, and it RARELY EVER reaches 95+ degrees, dude.
In the car with the windows closed, dumbass.
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